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YN was half asleep in her room. She had a long day, but some time spent with Lori and a few eye contacts from Jungkook made her day. Everything was fine until the evening after the dinner at Lori's house and the delicious dishes prepared by her mom. This was how she wanted her day to be until she came back home.
She heard a few knocks on the door and she let it slide as she didn't want to wake up for that. But the sounds didn't stop as someone knocked again, making her frustrated and yelling at the person. "Please. I wanna sleep. I will see you in the morning," not knowing who the person was, she yelled before going back to sleep.
After a while, the knocks kept coming up, made her sit on the edge of the bed and she ruffled her hair in frustration. "Oh, please. Are you deaf?" She opened the door halfway and her eyes widened from sleep, knowing who it was on the door.
"How did you even come in?" She questioned her existence, looking at the man she regretted loving once in her life. Mike. He was there again, in her house, in front of her room.
His smirk was already against his lips, and she hated to even look at it. "I have my own ways, darling." he kept his hand on the door frame, trying to get inside her room but she stopped him in the middle, fighting for herself.
"What are you doing, Mike? Get the hell out of here." YN said, trying to look outside for help. Never she had imagined, she would be worried to seek help in her own fucking house. "No one's here, darling. It's just you and me," he said, forcing her to open the door which was holding tightly shut on his face.
But soon he opened the door and got inside, locking himself up in her room with her. He was leaning back on the door, looking at her in the way she hated as his eyes were looking everywhere except her face. "Just what the hell do you want, Mike?"
"You know what I want, YN," he said, stepping closer and she could feel the heat spreading her body, sweat buds forming on her forehead as soon as she saw him in front of her. "The hell, Mike. Get the fuck out of here." She screamed. She knew what kind of man Mike was. She wasn't ready for him to even touch her shadow.
But he wasn't ready to leave. He was getting closer and she could feel her breath getting stuck in her throat. Who can help her now? No one can. Her parents were not home. And this guy bribed her securities to get inside her own fucking room to fuck her like she was his.
"Baby. I know you still love me."
"I fucking don't. I don't like you even a bit, Mike." Before he could take another step, she was soon enough to grab the spray bottle next to her and spray it right on his eyes, making him curse her as he closed his eyes. And when she was about to run away, he was quick enough to catch her in his arms.
He held her waist, as he was leaning on her and she hated his breath falling on her. "Don't fucking run away, baby. I have a lot to show you." His alcoholic breath was disgusting. How far can she run away from him?
